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PSALM XXXII. 1-6. (s. M.)
Oн, blessed souls are they,
Whose sins are cover'd o'er;
Divinely blest, to, whom the Lord
Imputes their guilt no more.

2 They mourn their follies past,
And keep their hearts with care;
Their lips and lives, without deceit,
Shall prove their faith sincere.
While I conceal'd my guilt,
I felt the fest'ring wound;
Till I confess'd my sins to thee,
And ready pardon found.

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Let sinners learn to pray;
Let saints keep near the throne:
Our help, in times of deep distress,
Is found in God alone.

PSALM XXXIII. 12-22. (C. M.)

1 BLEST is the nation, where the Lord
Hath fix'd his gracious throne;
Where he reveals his heav'nly word,
And calls their tribes his own.

2 His eye, with infinite survey,
Does the whole world behold;
He form'd us all of equal clay,
And knows our feeble mould.

3 Vain is the strength of beasts or men, To hope for safety thence;

But holy souls from God obtain
A strong and sure defence.

4 God is their fear, and God their trust, When plagues or famine spread;

His watchful eye secures the just
Among ten thousand dead.

5 Lord, let our hearts in thee rejoice,
And bless us from thy throne;

For we have made thy word our choice, And trust thy grace alone.

PSALM XXXIV. 1-10. (c.M.)

1 THROUGH all the changing scenes of life, In trouble and in joy,

The praises of my God shall still My heart and tongue employ. 2 Of his deliv'rance I will boast, Till all, that are distress'd, From my example comfort take, And charm their griefs to rest. 3 Oh, magnify the Lord with me, With me exalt his name: When in distress to him I call'd, He to my rescue came.

4 Oh, make but trial of his love;
Experience will decide,

How blest are they, and only they,
Who in his truth confide.

5 Fear him, ye saints, and you will then
Have nothing else to fear:
Make you his service your delight,
Your wants shall be his care.

PSALM XXXVI. 5-9. (L. M.)

1 HIGH in the heav'ns, eternal God,
Thy goodness in full glory shines;
Thy truth shall break through every cloud,
That veils and darkens thy designs.

2 Thy providence is kind and large,
Both man and beast thy bounty share;
The whole creation is thy charge,
But saints are thy peculiar care.
3 My God, how excellent thy grace,
Whence all our hope and comfort springs!
The sons of Adam in distress

Fly to the shadow of thy wings.
4 From the provisions of thy house
We shall be fed with sweet repast;
There mercy like a river flows,
And brings salvation to our taste.
5 Life, like a fountain rich and free,
Springs from the presence of the Lord;
And in thy light our souls shall see
The glories promis'd in thy word.

PSALM XXXVII. 23-36. (C. M.)
My God, the steps of pious men
Are order'd by thy will;

Though they should fall, they rise again,
Thy hand supports them still.

2 The Lord delights to see their ways,
Their virtue he approves;

He'll ne'er deprive them of his grace,
Nor leave the men he loves.

3 The heav'nly heritage is theirs,
Their portion and their home:

He feeds them now, and makes them heirs Of blessings long to come.

4 The haughty sinner have I seen,
Not fearing man nor God,

Like a tall bay-tree, fair and green,
Spreading his arms abroad:

5 And lo! he vanish'd from the ground,
Destroy'd by hands unseen;

Nor root, nor branch, nor leaf was found,
Where all that pride had been.

PSALM XXXVIII. 1-9, 21-2. (c. M.)
1 AMIDST thy wrath remember love;
Restore thy servant, Lord;
Nor let a Father's chast'ning prove
Like an avenger's sword.

2 My sins a heavy load appear,
And o'er my head are gone;
Too heavy they for me to bear,
Too hard for me t' atone.

3 My thoughts are like a troubled sea,
My head still bending down;
And I go mourning all the day
Beneath my Father's frown.

4 All my desire to thee is known,
Thine eye counts every tear;
And every sigh, and every groan,
Is notic'd by thine ear.

5 My God, forgive my follies past,
And be for ever nigh:

O Lord of my salvation, haste,
Before thy servant die!

PSALM XXXIX. 4-7. (C. M.)

1 TEACH me the measure of my days,
Thou Maker of my frame!

I would survey life's narrow space,
And learn how frail I am.

2 A span is all that we can boast,
An inch or two of time;

Man is but vanity and dust,
In all his flower and prime.

3 See the vain race of mortals move,
Like shadows o'er the plain;

They rage and strive, desire and love,
But all their noise is vain.

4 What should I wish, or wait for then,
From creatures, earth and dust?
They make our expectations vain,
And disappoint our trust.

5 Now I forbid my carnal hope,
My fond desires recall;
I give my mortal int'rest up,
And make my God my all.

PSALM XL. 6-12. (C. M.)

1 THUS saith the Lord, "Your work is vain, "Give your burnt-off'rings o'er; "In dying goats and bullocks slain 'My soul delights no more."

2 But see, the blest Redeemer comes!
Th' eternal Son appears!

And at the appointed time assumes
The body God prepares.

3 Much he reveal'd his Father's grace,
And much his truth he shew'd;

And preach'd the way of righteousness, Where great assemblies stood.

4 His Father's honour touch'd his heart, He pitied sinners' cries;

And, to fulfil a Saviour's part,

Was made a sacrifice.

5 Then was the great salvation spread, And Satan's kingdom shook :